She tired both her arms out while I lay on her bed, fondling her breasts. I then had to take over. So there I was, lying on this woman's bed, masturbating while she lay, tired and sweaty, beside me. I fondled her breasts some more and masturbated furiously. She tried to help me with dirty talk, but she wasn't very good at it and it had closer to opposite effect.
Finally, after about 15 minutes of frantic wanking, I came on her thigh. The load was thick and too-viscious from lack of water. I still remember her reaction, it was basically "Wow, nice. It almost looks like art".
I asked her for something to wipe my dick with, and she said I could use her sheets.
So I stood up and wiped my rapidly shrinking dick on her sheets. Then there followed some awkward small talk as I got dressed and she pulled on a bath robe. We agreed that if we ever met on the streets we'd at least nod to each other, if nothing more. I don't think we shook hands, but it was close. Then I bid an awkard goodbye, gathered up my shoes in my hand and beat a hasty retreat.
On my way out, I met the eyes of the guy who had been sitting on the floor in his room. He was still sitting there, and the look we exchanged was awkward. Like I said, the walls were thin.
Out on the street I put on shoes, shook my head and walked away. I was filled with a mixture of satisfaction, self-disgust and regret.
I still actually regret that day. If I could have another chance, I would've told my dick to shut up, turned on my heel and left.
I remember having learnt that during sex it is important to communicate. Thus, going on instinct and having no skill, I occasionally asked the woman I was fucking if what I was doing felt alright/good. She always replied "Det är OK" which basically translates to "It's alright". And her tone of voice really grated on me, it was condescending and it almost sounded as if she was trying to comfort me. I despised it. I wasn't there to be comforted, I was there to fuck her, and I actually wanted her to enjoy it.
I'm sure this will all make me sound like a shallow asshole, but things are the way they are. She was pretty much the opposite of my type, and her personality wasn't all that hot either. Combined with the way she replied to my honest curiosity about her pleasure, I quickly came to dislike her.
I'll also add here that I initially had plans on performing oral sex on her, as it was something that I had wanted to for a long time. Something I still want to do. Let's just say that I never actually saw her vagina. The glimpes I caught of that area were less than inviting.
So there you have it. My first sexual encounter/experience. It was pretty terrible, and I regret it.
It had one upside, though, it gave me greater patience. If patience means I can avoid something like that in the future, than I'll be as patient as a buddhist cat.
Finally, after about 15 minutes of frantic wanking, I came on her thigh. The load was thick and too-viscious from lack of water. I still remember her reaction, it was basically "Wow, nice. It almost looks like art".
I asked her for something to wipe my dick with, and she said I could use her sheets.
So I stood up and wiped my rapidly shrinking dick on her sheets. Then there followed some awkward small talk as I got dressed and she pulled on a bath robe. We agreed that if we ever met on the streets we'd at least nod to each other, if nothing more. I don't think we shook hands, but it was close. Then I bid an awkard goodbye, gathered up my shoes in my hand and beat a hasty retreat.
On my way out, I met the eyes of the guy who had been sitting on the floor in his room. He was still sitting there, and the look we exchanged was awkward. Like I said, the walls were thin.
Out on the street I put on shoes, shook my head and walked away. I was filled with a mixture of satisfaction, self-disgust and regret.
I still actually regret that day. If I could have another chance, I would've told my dick to shut up, turned on my heel and left.
I remember having learnt that during sex it is important to communicate. Thus, going on instinct and having no skill, I occasionally asked the woman I was fucking if what I was doing felt alright/good. She always replied "Det är OK" which basically translates to "It's alright". And her tone of voice really grated on me, it was condescending and it almost sounded as if she was trying to comfort me. I despised it. I wasn't there to be comforted, I was there to fuck her, and I actually wanted her to enjoy it.
I'm sure this will all make me sound like a shallow asshole, but things are the way they are. She was pretty much the opposite of my type, and her personality wasn't all that hot either. Combined with the way she replied to my honest curiosity about her pleasure, I quickly came to dislike her.
I'll also add here that I initially had plans on performing oral sex on her, as it was something that I had wanted to for a long time. Something I still want to do. Let's just say that I never actually saw her vagina. The glimpes I caught of that area were less than inviting.
So there you have it. My first sexual encounter/experience. It was pretty terrible, and I regret it.
It had one upside, though, it gave me greater patience. If patience means I can avoid something like that in the future, than I'll be as patient as a buddhist cat.